User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3094815-20170526143527

The creature called Drefft had crewed aboard a ship called the Southwind, which was now ploughing its way through the cresting waves of a tropical sea. As ship's lookout, Drefft sat in the crow's nest, keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of storm or sail on the horizon. The wind picked up around Drefft, running through their fur. A scent of heavy clouds was in the air. The time before a storm struck, when the seas were deceptively calm, this was the time which Drefft enjoyed most.